I'm not a runner … but I'm trying to be!

Don’t Panic!!!!

The one where I’m starting to panic!

It dawned on me this week that I’m running two marathons. Of course I’ve known for a while I’ve entered Manchester and won a ballot place for London … but I suddenly woke up to how far 26.2 miles is!!!

What if I can’t do it, what if I hate running Manchester so much I don’t want my place in London? Why did I even think this was a good idea.

I’m trying to stick to my training plan as best I can, I’m trying to eat well, drink plenty of water and keep motivated but this week I’m panicking. I guess lots of people go through this and doubt they can do it. Just sometimes it’s other people that put the doubts in your head.

Whenever I tell anyone I’m running a marathon (or two) you can guarantee that they will reply with one of the comments below. (The bit in brackets is what I want to say, but I generally respond with a nod and a yes!)

A proper one? – (Er, no its a pretend one I made up!)

Really, you?! – (No, I mean the man over the road)

Do you mean a half – (Nope, I don’t. It’s two halves!)

Do you think you’ll manage it – (I’m going to give it a flippin’ good go)

That’s a long way – (Yes it is, thank you for reminding me)

Running will destroy your knees – (I’ll take the risk)

Why would you want to do it – (You’re right, I should just sit at home and watch Tele instead)

But, I’m sure I’ll get over this and as long as I stick to my plan I will finish them both. And it will be a proper, full marathon … and my knees will survive!!!